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A Morning For Flamingos

A Morning for Flamingos. James Lee Burke.

This specific ISBN edition is currently not available. View all copies of this ISBN edition:. She says he was at her house, helping her shell crawfish, the night that guy got killed. My ex was taking the kids to it.

Happens every year. I got to get out of this place. His window was cracked at the top to let out his cigarette smoke.

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Hey, tell me on the square, Dave, is it delivering Tee Beau that bothers you, or do we have some other kind of concerns here? You snuff somebody in the state of Louisiana, you get treated to some serious electroshock therapy. You think Jimmie Lee Boggs should have gotten life? Would you like him back around here on parole after ten and a half?

She was. In a drenched print-cotton dress, sunfaded and colorless from repeated washings, that clung to her bony frame like wet tissue paper.

Her mulatto hair looked like a tangle of gray-gold wire, her high-yellow skin as though it were spotted with brown dimes. She sat alone on a wood bench next to a holding cell, next to the elevator from which her grandson, Tee Beau Latiolais, whom she had raised by herself, would emerge in a few minutes with Jimmie Lee Boggs, both of them manacled in waist and leg chains. Her blue-green eyes were covered with cataracts, but they never left the side of my face. Later she worked in a laundry and did housework for twenty dollars a week, which was the standard full-time salary for any Negro in South Louisiana, wherever he or she worked, well into the s.

She raised Tee Beau as her own, fed him cush-cush with a spoon to make him strong, and tied a dime around his neck with a string to keep illness from traveling down his throat. They lived in an unpainted shack whose gallery had totally collapsed, so that the steps looked as if they led into a gaping, broken mouth, in an area people called nigger town.

Each spring my father, who was a commercial trapper and fisherman, hired her to shell crawfish for him, though he could scarcely afford her meager salary. Whenever he caught mullet or gar in his nets, he dressed it and dropped it by her house. Retrieved February 14, January Magazine.

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